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The tide! And the stones were wet where the water had been.
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N.C. Wyeth
(American, 1882 - 1945)
The tide! And the stones were wet where the water had been.
Charcoal on paper
1924
dimensions unavailable
SUPP2000.2022
known by reproduction only
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When I tried with cracked lips and swollen tongue to babble of what I had witnessed, he called me a liar and threw stones at me so that I had to crawl into a crevice in the rocks to dodge the missiles.
N.C. Wyeth
1914
". . . with stones . . . he shaped them into rude knives."
N.C. Wyeth
1906
Where there had been no tree, now there was a tree. It changed the plain
N.C. Wyeth
1930
Helen descends the Glen of Stones
N.C. Wyeth
1921
Untitled (still life with water jug)
N.C. Wyeth
Prior to 1902
I had many friends among professional thieves. From the very first I had been "right"
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1913
There she was, the Dancing Bess, holding a taut bowline to the eastward. And there were the two frigates, but they might as well have been chasing a star.
N.C. Wyeth
1911
Low Tide, study
N.C. Wyeth
ca. 1935
When, next night, two horror-stricken faces peered through this doorway, the three still sat where Tsaga had left them.
N.C. Wyeth
1913
That night a thankful father and mother knelt down beside the bed where their only daughter lay in a healthful sleep. A little girl had come back to her parents from the very gates of death. The Galilean stars looked down and smiled their benediction
N.C. Wyeth
1929
Kindly but sternly Eli watched the little Samuel. Had he been too indulgent with his own boys? He must not make the same mistake with this young life. Earnestly he taught and admonished and corrected, and "the child Samuel grew on, and was in favor both with the Lord, and also with men"
N.C. Wyeth
1928
The pale, moonlit city lay all about us in a ghostly circle. Mosulla and I had never been so close in spirit
N.C. Wyeth
1923